The gunman's sinister smile revealed a sneaky successful plot, but then his smile froze forever in that moment.
Boom!
With a loud bang, a reddish-brown chopstick pierced his chest, and the powerful impact carried him backward, instantly nailing him to the wall at the entrance of the diner.
"Ergh..."
Blood frothed at the corner of his mouth, his lifeless pupils reflecting the image of more than a dozen blood-dripping chopsticks, and he ended up completely still, like a piece of macabre interior decoration.
Wang Ran stood in place.
He tensed his muscles as bullets tinkled down onto the tile floor.
He had activated Space-Time Replacement.
With the enhancement of the apocalyptic panel, his constitution was more than twenty times that of an ordinary person's; handgun bullets couldn't penetrate his body, unable to even cause superficial skin damage.